DEAD MEN
dead men don”t care what the surgeon general thinks
dead men drive around with no place to go
dead men figure the come-on at the end of the bar, more trouble than
she”s worth
dead men hold alcohol in a medicinal light
dead men will sleep in their work clothes
dead men never have to RSVP
dead men keep the curtains drawn
dead men buy cars, and smokes, based solely on price
dead men avoid eye contact at all cost
dead men doodle on the obituary page
dead men drive on bald tires with cracked windshields.
dead men accept with resignation, the next day”s hangover
dead men listen to Coltrane, and Davis, start to finish, no
interruptions
dead men never floss their teeth
dead men will drink Sake cold
dead men take the long way to work
dead men don”t sweat expiration dates
dead men never wear bandages
dead men are past blaming anyone
dead men see horse-shit and diamonds the same
dead men don”t care where the candle-wax falls
dead men forget what day of the week it is
dead men can”t get to sleep at night, can”t wake up in the morning
dead men have nothing in their hands
dead men never ask another chance
dead men have no need to make sense of anything
dead men play dumb when they know they”re being lied to
dead men have made the connection between sorrow and desire
after losing the thing he loves
a dead man will spend the rest of his days
anesthetizing the past
pouring gasoline on the future
dead men
have no fear of dying the second time
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